The first time in history

Qian Mingduo smiled, and Ling'er closed the curtain. She walked to his side shyly, "Master, please raise your arms, Ling'er will undress you."

Just as Ling'er was taking off Qian Mingduo's robe, Su Yao's voice came from outside the tent. "General, can I come in?"

Ling'er glanced at Qian Mingduo and pouted. "Sister Su Yao must have something to discuss with the master, right?"

Qian Mingduo signaled Ling'er to pull up the curtain of the bathtub.

"Miss Su Yao, please come in!" Qian Mingduo's words carried a hint of unquestionable majesty. He strode to the heavy curtain and gently lifted it with one hand, as if to unveil the coming storm. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the gaps in the curtain, sprinkling on his armor, coating this battle-hardened general with a layer of golden brilliance, but it could not hide the heavy sense of responsibility between his brows.

Su Yao stepped into the tent lightly. Although her steps were light, she was firm and firm. She held a scroll of urgent news from the border tightly in her hand. The scroll seemed to still have traces of sandstorms from the border, revealing a bit of urgency and anxiety. "General," she called softly. Her voice was like a gurgling stream in spring, clear and slightly cool, instantly filling the tense and slightly dull atmosphere in the tent. "This is the urgent news just sent from the border."

Qian Mingduo took the letter, his weather-beaten hands trembling slightly, not because of fear, but because he had a deep premonition of the upcoming challenge. He slowly unfolded the letter, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart. As he read deeper, his brows gradually tightened, as if he could squeeze water out of them, and his deep eyes flashed with complex emotions - worry, determination, and a calm analysis of the unknown battle situation.

"General, is there anything happening ahead?" Su Yao saw Qian Mingduo's serious expression and couldn't help feeling a little uneasy. She asked softly, trying to find a clue from the general's reaction.

Qian Mingduo took a deep breath and gently placed the letter on the table. The paper trembled slightly due to his movement, as if it was also telling of the coming storm. "The Jin soldiers frequently sent reinforcements to our border today," he said in a deep and powerful voice, and every word seemed to burst out from his chest. "The cavalry has reached 50,000, and the infantry is more than 100,000."

The atmosphere in the tent froze instantly, and even breathing became cautious. Su Yao's face changed slightly when she heard this, but she quickly regained her composure, with an unyielding light in her eyes. She knew that Qian Mingduo, as a general, would never give up easily.

"Please invite the lieutenants to come to my tent to discuss matters." Qian Mingduo ordered the guards outside the tent in a deep voice. Although his voice was not loud, it was full of unquestionable power. As the guards took the order and left, a burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the tent. It was a signal that other generals responded to the call and hurried over.

Although the tent was silent at the moment, the air was filled with a tense feeling of impending storm. Su Yao stood aside, silently watching Qian Mingduo. She was worried about the unknown war situation and had deep respect for the general. She knew that every moment from now on would be a test of their wisdom and courage. In this land shrouded in the smoke of war, they would be the most solid line of defense.